Classic Poem

I'm weary of the markets,
Of walls and towers high;
I long for open spaces;
I want to see the sky.

Oh, take me where the breezes
Across the moorlands sweep
The fragrance of the forest,
The odours of the deep.

I'm weary of the noises
That desecrate the day;
I'm homesick for the stillness
Of hillsides far away.

Where, 'mid the mighty silences
Of nature, I should be
Companion of the mountain
And comrade of the sea.